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Member Since: Dec. 15, 2011

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Jazzie Dixson

Biography

An avid writer since childhood, Jazzie Dixson is from the midwestern United States. She enjoys reading and is a great fan of authors Nicky Charles and John Grisham. Married and mother of two, Jazzie writes on a wide range of topics. Her interest in erotica stems from an understanding that sex and intimacy are meant to be beautiful. She calls herself 'blessed' for having encountered men who appreciated her involvement in the sexual process, realizing that she always saw her role as a woman--who is supposed to both give and receive pleasure. One man, in particular, her lover for many years--Blaze Fowler--always understood the concept and lent himself willingly to the process.

Books

"You are sooo soft," Blaze mutters in my ear. "Your skin is so smooth...gah, you're gorgeous," he says softly while his hands massage and glide over my hips, down my legs. Lying next to him, I press myself into the hard feel of his athletic body. He feels so good. But in his eyes and in the soft purr of his sexy voice, I can see that everything is about to change...one way or another...

Ummmm. I'm sore. Upper arms are tense. A strain in my lower back. Inner thighs radiate a burning sensation with the slightest move. And there…down there, I feel the aftermath of friction; like there is someone still inside me. All signs that Blaze has been here. A not-so-subtle cramp courses up the back of my leg. As I recall, I feel myself becoming lightheaded...high...delirious

Blaze steps out of the car…smooth, dark skin, white shorts, pink shirt, and bulging muscles. Not too much, but ahhh just enough. Such a gentleman. He opens the door and ushers Jazzie into the car gently. It had been far too long since she had something for herself. She wasn’t getting any of what she needed from anyone. Could Blaze save her from the mess she found herself in? Would he be willing?

The college days...so beautiful, so carefree. A time when most of us remember how it felt to fall into something just because it seemed like the thing to do. No worries or what-ifs. No fear. Jazzie fell into Blaze. Friends since his freshman year, when she was his tutor, now he is a sophomore. And she is a senior. It took him a year to ask her for a kiss...but will he ask her for anything else...